Focus on 'portant stuff

We were NOT productive this weekend.  I repeat, NOT PRODUCTIVE. Got pedicures on Saturday. Ate brunch with friends both days. Did a bit of shopping for halloween. Napped like a professional.  The most excitement I had was Lucky (one of my super-smart cats) taking a digger off of the balcony, sliding a bit down the rail, crashing behind the TV and landing.  This is a 20 (or so) foot balcony so you would assume he might have some damage but as far as I can tell he is fine.

Watched a segment on 60 Minutes tonight about unemployed people. About 2 minutes into it Lori and i were both on the computer frantically searching for jobs. In the midst of what amounted to a slightly better than stagnant weekend, the best we came up with was nanny and/or pet sitting jobs. We signed up on a site that pairs caregivers with needy children and animals and had to quantify our caregiving experience.  All I had was the lifelong care of the two morons I adopted. Lori made up some child care stuff (kidding, she embellished true information.)

We have also looked into bartending school, getting certified for CPR and mowing lawns. We both agree that not working is a far nicer life than working 9-5 but having money is better than not.
UPDATE: We have decided on our halloween costumes.  Lori is going to be Lindsay Lohan out on parole (ankle bracelet and all) and I am going to be a pin-up girl (an excuse to wear my favorite green dress.)

Who am I?

So the lady at the cosmetic surgery place didn't recognize me this morning.  I've been going there for a year and she has never not recognized me before. Granted, I was usually coming from work and looked like a professional human being and today I was in my cleaning clothes, but still. I'm assuming I am soooo radiant from my lack of stress that I blinded her with my illuminated beauty. Then tonight my mom asked me if I am depressed because she's worried that I'll become a drunk (that conversation is about 20 years past due...) I must be really off my game!

On a more positive note I have gotten 4 calls about my condo (with nothing more than some signs in the window and a craigslist posting) and am showing it tomorrow.  Lori got home from a fun weekend away and I put her right to work cleaning (sorry.) I got a super-corny wreath for the front door and even purchased mums and a big decorative pumpkin to look appropriately festive.  Plus I bought a new scented oil thing for the cat litterbox area and I got apple spice and fall harvest scents to keep it seasonal.  Lori walked in and commented that it smelled nice so I guess it is doing an ok job at hiding the cat urine odor.  This way I don't have to bake cookies in order to make the house smell good before a potential buyer comes over and I can ignore the litter for a couple days at a time - I am sooo smart killing two birds with one stone!

Still no determination on the halloween costume but one more has been thrown in the mix as a good group outfit - the rescued Chilean miners.  I think headlamps and dirty faces would be all that costume would require.  We'll see.

Help wanted!

No, this isn't a job posting. I'd like some input on two things: 1. possible occupations and 2. Halloween costumes.

First, I've been so enjoying my month of unemployment that I'd like to figure out a way to make this a permanent lifestyle without being reduced to living in a box or begging for pennies. I'm thinking of a couple of ideas.  One, is the beginning (or renewal??) of a life of crime. I figure one big theft per month and I could spend the rest of the time relaxing. If someone with technological expertise would be willing to partner up with me we could get into some manner of identity theft or other online tomfoolery.  My second idea is to marry aliens looking for green cards for a hefty sum.  As long as they would be willing to pay I could live with each for the requisite 3-5 years in order to validate the marriage.  I would even consider bigamy so as not to cause issue with divorce.  Thoughts from the peanut gallery on the best course of action?

The next dilemma is what to wear for Halloween. Lori and I (and anyone else who would like to join) are thinking of some group-type costume.  I was set on being gang members, but couldn't decide whether we would be bloods or crips.  I prefer red (and can do an actual gang sign for bloods) but Lori thinks she would look better in blue.  Then I talked to little miss Callan tonight and she suggested we go as the three blind mice.  There are only two of us but I can imagine there is another friend of ours with a need for a costume who would be willing to put on ears, a tail and sunglasses.  VOTE EARLY AND OFTEN!

I'm from Vermont, i do what I want

I have been an official leaf peeper this week. VT is absolutely beautiful right now. Makes you want to live here... If nothing else this makes relaxation that much more relaxing.

People keep asking me what I am going to do next.  Other than getting myself together to go to Florida I don't know. And darn it, I'm not here to ponder my navel I'm here to clear my mind (some might suggest that clearing my mind shouldn't take a week...) At this point I have been living little miss Callan's life for a few days and I think I might want to take it over. I have been sleeping in her bed and driving her car - it's the baby bear's porridge (just right)!

Tomorrow is my last day here so I have to cram everything I haven't yet done into today. That means brunch with my brother, dinner with Big Mike and Mar Mar and packing back up. I literally wore one third of what I brought with me here - I could have gone carry-on and save $50.

So as to what I have accomplished, other than relaxing of course, I spent 3 days with my mom and helped her get our summer place ready for sale/closed on, then I moved into Cassie and Mr. Gabe's house for a day and tore it up at the Red Sq (sorry to anyone whom I accosted and/or offended),  and I have now been holed up in Williston for three days. I am not quite ready to go back to the reality of my situation.

Monday...A New Week....

H Bomb is still gone, so I wake up to Lucky pushing against my head, becuase he is hungry.... so I feed him.... I go for a 4 mile run... becuase this is something I decide I want to get back into routine with... then I jump on the internet to look at jobs... until Lucky steps on the computer keyboard to write his own message...I need to be quicker with this cat... he is totally winning.

Turn on the TV to see Hoarders..... a show... that is perfect to watch before I go to my next task.... PACKING..... the parental unit  (Pat and Tom) are coming to town tomorrow night to pack my stuff into storage... so I will be officially traveling with clothes.... roller blades... bike... and my car, no more house stuff.  I am hoping everything fits into my car.  Women have a  lot of clothes.. and I am a little worried.

I spoke to my brother last night and we are going to be tight with closet space at his house.... 1 GUY to 2 LADIES... the house will be full of stuff.... and there is talk of another moving sale when H Bomb and I get down there... no need for us to become CLOTHES HOARDERS...... and I have already been to Plato's Closet... two times....and it sucks when you get a message back from them stating...  your clothes are too mature.... which equals no cash... and that I am an old loser.... Ouch.  Can't they just say.... no thank you..... no need to go into details.

The Others...

While H Bomb is gone in Vermont, I am trying to work on my other roomie's relationships... aka.... Annie... and Lucky... H Bomb's cats.  I have been quite successful with Lucky, but Annie is still hissing at me when I see her...for example.. she was in my closet today and scared me and as much as I scared her.....this was not helpful when you are on the way to the bathroom.... it was a close one. 

Regardless, the cats are a great distraction... especially when you bring a laser into the situation.. I found myself taking a 30 minute break to play with Lucky... and Annie when she chooses.... (this is the only way she comes around me and does not hiss without Heather around).  The video shows proof of my achievements.. the only problem... I should have been filing for unemployment... but this was a little more entertaining...

Future thought......I am thinking Annie might like me better when she gets introduced to my brother's dog .... Gracie.... but maybe not....  American Bulldog.... and two cats... Hmmmm....  I have never lived with a dog and two cats...then again, I have never lived with my brother and his girlfriend either....  Hahaha...  Going to be a fun adventure...

Here is a picture of my brother's dog when she was a pup... Gracie...  She looks friendly...right?

so happy together...

Lori made the official move into my condo a week ago. It has been awhile since either of us had a roommate, but this is just the warm up for Florida when we will be in a perpetual state of too many living beings under one roof. While my lifestyle hasn't changed all that much (other than the elimination of shopping) it seems far less glamorous when there is someone else to witness the lack of glamour.  For example, I like to wear my pjs all day if possible. However, my pjs are neither cute nor flattering so they portray either slovenliness or sheer ridiculousness depending on whether we are talking about the flower pjs or the monkey pjs. And staying home and cooking every night because we don't have a choice makes me feel poor - even though it has been the norm for most of my adult life.

So, now that I am an unemployed loser what do I do for fun? Well, I took my first spinning class yesterday.  Survived, might have even liked it a little. I have what is technically referred to as "candy ass" so I am a bit saddle sore today even though I wore my padded underpants. We had dinner tonight with Lady M which was a nice respite from one another (kidding - it was a nice change from our own culinary talents.)

Headed home tomorrow. Family and friends to prop me up and make me feel wanted. Last night Brian said "don't let them convince you to move back there." I think he's a bit nervous that I'll be swayed to go north instead of south. Not yet Brian, not yet.